Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.